The dusty lights shined on the stage as September danced and sang to some music. The patrons stared up at her, their glazed eyes dazzled by the woman dancing in revealing clothing. Sure, it was wrong to reveal her body to get more money.. It may be greedy, but September was currently mooching off her mother.

It's simply pathetic.

But honestly, she loved the spotlight. Off stage she could be considered a quiet, awkward girl with a strange obsession with the piano. On stage she was considered this beautiful, graceful, creature loved by all.. Or loved by drunken men. She even had a bit of an alter ego. She even went by a fake name. Ravenne Bones. September always loved the name Ravenne. And as a kid.. Well.. Let's just say she was pretty bare-bones as a kiddo.

People usually scoff at people like her, dancing at a strip joint for money. September wasn't above exposing herself, she took extreme pride in her body. She's exercised and took great care of her hair, nails, and teeth. Damn, was it bad to be happy with who you are and your looks? September wasn't OBSESSED with herself, she just thinks that she looks great!

Sweat coated her body and her tights stuck to her like a second skin as she moved seductively to the song. She puckered her red lips and winked to a man in the crowd. Someone whistled and tossed a bill at her. She grabbed it off the stage floor (by bending over. more money was thrown.) and put it in her bra.

She earned 100 dollars in tips that day. She nearly had enough to move out of her mothers attic. Frisk walked down the stairs and shot her a grin. She walked over to him and leaned close to his ear.

"Mind grabbing me some ice-water, Frisky?" He nodded and walked upstairs to his little kitchen. A few men stumbled up to her drunkly, all of them equally ungroomed and drunk. "Hey Fellas!" She beamed at them happily.

"H-Hey dollface!" One of them sneered and chuckled slyly. "H-How much for an.. An hour of.. F-Fun with you, honey?" They threw wadded up money at her chest as her face turned bright red with embarrassment. The Hell!? Did she look like a tart you can pay for sex? She looked down at her revealing outfit. Yeah, she did. But September wasn't a whore. She hasn't even lost her virginity yet!

"I'm not a whore." She mumbled and tried to push through them. One of their hands wrapped around her wrist. She turned and was suddenly face-to-face with the drunken man. September wanted to vomit as she could feel his hot breath on her face.

"Why not hun? You can just.. G-give a blowjob, that's not illegal." They all grinned at her, revealing their crooked and yellowing teeth. Their breath was like garbage baked in the sun for a week. She gagged and struggled against his grip.

"No. I don't want to! I have standards." She said firmly. "Unhand me!" She yelled. September shoved hard against their chest. God, this was gross. This is not the first time she's been groped or asked for sex. But Damn, she was NOT a whore you can pay for sex. "I don't want to! I'm not a whore! I am not a whore!" She yelped as hands cupped her breasts.

"No?! You don't really have a choice 'ere dollface." They all cackled loudly like lunatics. Tears filled her eyes as she swung a swift knee to one of their groins. One pair of hands released her for a split second before the others gripped her like she was a lifeline. This cannot be happening. This can't be real. She'd read about stuff like this in the paper. She never even considered it happening to someone like her.

"Please.. Stop it!" She yelled. A hand seized her chin and forced her to look at one of the drunks as he tried to kiss her. She kept her mouth closed and refused to open it for those sleezeballs. The door to the bar slammed open and one of the rapists were seized by his long, greasy hair and yanked back.

"ey. leave the lady alone bucko." The rapist was thrown onto the ground with great force. The men turned to look at a short monster grinning at them. Their eyes widened. This was the human half of town, monsters steered clear unless they wanted a beating. He scanned her up and down with his demonic eyes before they darkened with anger. "and i thought that i was the monster here."

"Hey! This is non' of your business, demon!" One of them sneered at him. "Plus, you're outnumbered 'ere, shorty."

"i'm not too worried 'bout that." He winked, "just worried about getting a skele-ton of your blood on my suit." His bony fingers adjusted the collar of his jacket. "anyways. let 'er go. she doesn't want your dong. heh."

"What'll you do to stop us? We can crush your skull easily little demon." September noted the size difference. She was about a head taller then him.

"Please.. H-Help.." September murmured to the monster. He gave her a wink before glaring back at the rapists. They tightened their grip on her and shuffled back from the monster.

"Your wish is my command, lady." He snapped and his eye went aflame with cyan and yellow light. The drunks yelped with surprise as their chests began to glow brightly. Each of them had their own unique color, though they seemed muted and dingy. Darkness was eating away at their souls and giving them a darker tint.
Burnt orange, Swamp green, and grey-blue. With a loud 'ding' they turned dark blue, their souls were yanked in the air and slammed against the ceiling. The skeleton just grinned as he watched their bodies twitch and recoil from the damage to their soul.

September watched with a mixture of horror and awe. Their bodies weren't moving, and their eyes had an empty feel to them. The windows to a soul. She wondered what color her soul was. September knew that most monsters have powerful magic, but she's never witnessed it before. It scared her.

"W-What the 'ell!?" One of them exclaimed. "STAY BACK!" She was yanked back and the cold metal of a knife was pressed to her throat. She whimpered and stayed still as he barked orders at the skeleton. "PUT.. THAT DOWN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO JIM!?" 'Jim' September noted. She might need it for a police report later. If she lived. September quivered with fear.

The skeleton froze and scanned the man holding the knife. He chuckled and slammed the soul on the ground before releasing it. It floated slowly to it's owner and went back into his body. He jerked violently and his eyes flooded with color. They shone a light cyan before settling back to their normal color. He screamed loudly and gripped at his chest. September shrieked as his soul rose from his chest and quivered as he screamed loudly. Jim's soul burst into little pieces and floated slowly to the ground. His buddy watched in horror as the pieces turned into dust the moment they touched the wooden floor.

"alright, enough playing. c'mere." The man wrapped a hand around her throat and cut off her air supply. She choked and raked at his hand in panic. She wasn't ready to die! She still hasn't even kissed anyone! September refused to die a virgin. She struggled against him wildly as her vision went spotty. She was going to pass out soon, and who knows what is going to happen when she does.

"Don't even think about i-it." The last thug hiccuped. The last man grinned at the skeleton. "Try anything and this poor darlin's remains will be found scattered around a field." September gagged as spit and tears rolled down her face. The skeleton appeared unsure of what to do next.

"heh. you humans really enjoy killin' eachother, huh?" The skeleton chuckled nervously.

"Sure, but not as much as you demons enjoy killing us." The man pointed the tip of his knife on the soft part of her gut and pushed. The lip sunk into her skin, making her scream mutely. He chuckled and pushed it deeper until September passed out from the pain. "this sucks. you were kinda hot." the man muttered to her as her head lolled back and her eyes went glassy.

"welp, looks like our conversation was in vein. looks like i have nothin' to lose." He snapped and appeared behind them. The man dropped September and swung the knife at Sans. Sans easily side-stepped the attack with ease. The man tried again, but was dodged again. "heh. i'd fight back but you're simply a Y." The man growled and swung again but was stopped by the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple.

"boom." Sans winked and pulled the trigger. Blood spattered all over September like paint on a pale, breathing canvas. How beautiful.

Frisk wiped his forehead and looked down at the large pitcher of water. This was his job, serving rowdy patrons everyday. No vacation for him.
He heard clattering and shouts from downstairs and rolled his eyes. September will deal with it. She was pretty badass after all, she's broken up a few fights.. Well, she usually distracted them with her body bu-

BOOM.

A gunshot. Frisk jolted from surprise and dropped the pitcher of icewater. He rushed down the stairs to see his bar was deserted and two bloody bodies lay in the middle of the bar. September's shoe lay next to it. Frisk picked it up and gasped.

It was covered in blood. He looked around and spotted something white on the ground. He picked it up and narrowed his eyes at it.

A bone?

It was shaped like a cartoon bone and it was pure white. Frisk mentally weighed it in his mind. It wasn't hollow! Frisk snapped the bone and sticky red marrow exploded on his hands and work shirt. "Gross!" He dropped the snapped bone and continued looking for clues.

No body, no note, no more clues. Frisk couldn't call the police because he.. was a minor. He had to search for her all by herself.

Crap.